Circumstance and Negligence

Perception as ever, is a strange shape shifting beast. First encounters also always happen in the past. Our senses become rendered as chemical synaptic antagonistic keys released swirling to awaiting agonist locks where conformational ion channels fire sparks shooting neuronal length. At swift journeys end electrical notes transpose through cell walls chemically once more and…

Done and Dusted

Hudacili Ridge to Antalya. Lycian Way, Turkey. Is it light rain tapping on the dark green outer skin of Vincent or the general buzzing excitement of culmination that brings us bright awake as the first light of this grey morning creeps through the boughs of the mountainside forest? In any case we are good to…

I Run Out Of Steam

Lycian Way, Turkey.   Adrasan to Olympos Gentle rain continues intermittently as I type away in the comfort of the Arikanda restaurant watching time poor hikers heading for the wet slippery slopes of Eren T trudge disconsolately along the creekside road. Heavy rain whipped by strong winds greets us the next morning however Pam and…

Sweet Surrender

Lycian Way, Turkey. Cayagiz to Myra / Demre. Pam wakes early and has already filled her head with schemes for the coming day by the time I awaken. ‘We are returning to Cayagiz to walk the long steep goat track route back to the Myra ruins and Demre’ she tells me with great delight as…

A Hot Shower is the Pinnacle of Civilization

Lycian Way, Turkey.  Magic Circle to Gokceoren. Short shallow cyclic dream sessions soaring weightless and unencumbered over craggy mountaintops are interspersed with simultaneous shifts of our many snuggling positions seeking positions of maximal comfort and shared body warmth in the fresh mountain air. I have travelled far and witnessed marvels many during my twelve plus…

The Howie’ Owie

Lycian Way, Turkey.  Gavuragili to Xanthos. Ali’s culinary skills shine again at breakfast. Early morning conversation is all remembrance and plans. A common theme is how completely separate one day seems from the next. Ahhhh Time and perception of it’s flow, my favorite. I chime in with my theory of ‘how the fierce continuous concentration…

Meet the Mediterranean

Lycian Way, Turkey.  Belcegiz to Gavuragili. Tossing and turning on our narrow rubber mats we both wake often. Still chill mountain air of evening stirs violent during the night however our Tempest 300 pitched in the lee of the ridge and stone walls is barely ruffled. I listen as boughs from the big tree above…